When I was 14 (almost 15) years old, my girlfriend and I would go to the Mall after school until about 5 0'clock when my mother picked us up and drove us home.
One day sitting and talking about school and boys we noticed a senior man sitting opposite us and staring at us. Wondering why???? we realized with our short school uniforms and our legs slightly apart, he could see our underwear. We closed our legs and giggled, and said he was just a dirty old man. My mother picked us up and we left.
The next day we went to the Mall and we always sit in the same place so my mother will know where we are. We noticed the same man sitting across from us. Maybe he was always there but we never paid him any attention. After a few days of trying not to open our legs,we decided one day to give him a thrill. We tried to make him think we never noticed him and slowly spread our legs while deep in conversation. We would give him a quick glance and he never noticed us watching him as his eyes were riveted to our crotches.
Every day he was sitting there waiting for us and enjoying the view. One day my girlfriend said I'm going to the washroom, watch my books. when she returned, she said I'm really going to give him an eyeful. As she sat down, I said how???????? She said I took off my panties so he could see my pussy. I said you never!!! She took them out of her pocket and showed them to me. As I looked over at him, his eyes were popping out as he ogled her. He never noticed me staring at him as he was staring straight between my girlfriend's legs at her blonde pussy hair. I said how could you do that to the poor old guy, I wouldn't have the nerve. She said oh come on, it makes me feel devilish. Why not try it. If he starts over here, we can outrun him.
The next day we went in the school washroom and removed our panties and walked to the Mall with a cool breeze blowing up our skirts and making our pussies tingle little. Our ogler was waiting for us as we sat down and I slowly opened my legs and let him see my dark pussy hair, as he couldn't stop staring and was rubbing his crotch. We weren't in the main part of the Mall, we were in a side aisle with a few stores that lead out to the back parking lot. When someone walked by we quickly closed our legs. We don't have much sex experience, but we knew we were getting him very excited. I mentioned, I was getting wet between my legs and closed them tight like I needed to pee, and it really felt nice. I told my friend I was feeling warm and asked her if she ever touched herself down there.
She said sometime when I'm taking a shower I rub my finger along my pussy lips and it really feels nice, but I've never made myself cum. (Note: During summer holidays that year we both discovered the pleasure we could give ourselves). We noticed my mother coming and we stood up and straightened our skirts.
One day he had another man with him and we sat down and made sure we kept our legs tightly closed. After about twenty minutes, they looked like they were arguing and the other man got up and left. We immediately opened our legs and he shook his head and smiled. Now that he knew we were doing it on purpose he was openly vigorously rubbing himself when no one was around, and once he closed his eyes and seemed to shudder a little.
When my mother came one day she sat down to show us what she bought for Dad's birthday. She noticed the man across from us and said, haven't I seen that same man there before, he looks like he was staring over here. We said, we hadn't really noticed him before, we're too busy talking about school and things. She said you girls be careful, there's lots of old perverts walking around the malls hoping to get a look up girls skirts. We said we were careful and kept our legs closed, and kinda grinned at each other. This went on for about six weeks until school ended for summer holidays and as we were flashing him for the last time, I ran my hand up my leg almost touching my pussy, And he gave a little clap and smiled. When mom picked us up for the last time and we were walking away we turned around waved goodbye.
Now when I think about it, I often wonder if he found some other young girls to ogle, I hope so. Sometimes when I'm at the mall, and if I see a lonely senior man sitting alone, I try to sit across from him and flash him when I have a short skirt on.
